Today was the day the house was going to look amazing & holiday-happy & clean & put-together. Here’s how this went down:
The ballet teacher no-showed this morning. So Lulu & I regrouped, went to the store for weekend food. I asked if she’d like to make cookies but she suggested chocolate cake. Who can say no to chocolate cake? Not this gal. I had pinned a recipe for chocolate sheet cake so we got the ingredients for that, went home, and danced around to a little Kenny Rogers. I measured most of the ingredients & we got to work. Kids in the kitchen is fun, right? I always allow myself to operate under the illusion that it will be fun. That I’ll give directions to mix ingredients, and we’ll smile and it will be…fun. I try, I really do but even when they don’t ruin whatever we’re making, I usually at least want them to skedaddle even if I don’t go as far as to tell them to get out.
Today I put a bowl in front of her & said, “I have to add this because the other part is really hot & I don’t want it to splatter. You’ll stir.” She said, “I’ll dump this in?” (holding the box of baking soda). I said, “NO! You’ll stir. Here: here’s the bowl, here’s the spoon. Just stir.” I pushed the bowl right up to her & turned around to check the recipe. And…she dumped the entire ever-lovin’ box of baking soda into the batter. How is one supposed to handle that? Laugh it off? Blow up? Launch into a discussion about baking soda? Well I’ll tell you what I did. I pursed my lips and pointed up to her room. Game over. There was much crying (on her part, I was mostly pissed because at that point, I really just wanted some damned chocolate cake). I tried to scoop it out, baked it, let it cool, scraped it into the trash & started over. Alone.
We got enough done in the living room that we could get the train put together. Bradyn took it upon himself to get it all out & assemble the tracks this afternoon. He got it almost done but was a little frustrated with the circumference of the tree vs. the length of the tracks. Brian went straight to it when he got home & got it going.
Now if you excuse me, I’m going to have a Shiner with a side of ice cream & chocolate cake.